This day was the weekend. During breakfast in the morning, after Guan Yi drank the last mouthful of porridge, Guan Rang spoke before he got up to leave: "Have there been any updates recently?"
"What updates?" Guan Rang's wife, Zhu Ying, asked in confusion, glancing between Guan Rang and Guan Yi, "Xiaoyi, what is your dad talking about?"
After his mother finished speaking, Guan Yi gently dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin and said flatly, "Dad, I'm not looking anymore, I'll follow your arrangements."
His heart tightened severely. The woman he wanted to pursue was already someone else's fiancée. They had a twenty-year-long relationship and were about to get married. She was the wife of that excellent man; there was no room for him to intervene. He had just fantasized everything too optimistically, it turned out he had been weaving a dream for himself. Now that he had woken up, he wouldn't dream anymore; he had to face reality.
